In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

+Sequel of 'My Step Brother is A Player'+ Also credit for @JazzyYazzy_99 for the book cover:D I never believed in love, never did and never will. What's so special about it anyways? Valentines? Anniversaries? Bunch of crap! I'm basically more like my dad when he was my age. A player, mostly known as a 'jerk' for most ladies I slept with and didn't sign the marriage papers for them the next day. Honestly, I don't know how mom made my dad fall for her and even marry her, I guess she has that charm that no other lady has. That's why no one can make me fall on their feet. I will never settle into a relationship neither for a girl... That's what I thought though before I met this amazing girl, she was just a one night stand at first but then I realized that she was different from the rest... Everything about her just turned my world upside down the moment I saw her designer dress on my floor. That classy bitch who slept with me and kept her word as a one-night-stand got me thinking all night. Cassandra Logan. What if I'm suddenly falling for her and I began eating my words? No, it can't happen. But it's happening and I can't do anything about it but just free fall.